“Keep working on it…”
As He Huan was speaking, his eyes drifted to the man opposite him who was hiding his face with his head down.
"Who is this person? Why does he look familiar to me?"
"You got the wrong person..."
Yao Qing gathered Xiaoxue in his arms, lowered his head and covered his face, refusing to look at He Huan even once.
"Did you recognize the wrong person?"
He Huan smiled playfully, "Not necessarily..."
"Brother Yao, when we parted that year, I never thought we would meet again someday..."
He Huan is also a mischievous person. He has clearly recognized the person in front of him, but he pretends not to know him.
Yao Qing paused and lowered his sleeves with embarrassment.
"You can still recognize me even when I'm dressed like this..."
Yao Qing muttered something, then smiled and looked up at He Huan.
"Brother He, I haven't seen you for over ten years. Your eyesight is still as good as it was back then!"
“That’s it!”
He Huan took over the conversation without hesitation, "Speaking of which... my vision is inversely proportional to Brother Yao's financial resources..."
"It seems that the more destitute Brother Yao is, the better my eyesight becomes..."
"hehe…"
Yao Qing laughed dryly twice, "Brother He is still so good at joking..."
"I guess you're like this... because of your gossip!"
He Huan couldn't hold on to the smile on his face any longer. "Brother Yao's mouth is still as vicious as ever..."
“Same here!”
Yao Qing smiled kindly.
In the first round of He Huan vs. Yao Qing, He Huan was completely defeated.
Song Ning's eyes swept between the two people, and she was certain that they must have had some conflict in the past...
But calling them enemies doesn't seem like it...
That's strange.
Could it be that love turns into hate?
Song Ning's eyes swept over the little fox again.
It's definitely not this...
Yao Qing and Hu Shulan had been fighting fiercely just now, and it seemed like they didn't want to get to know each other.
Song Ning's eyes swept over He Yi again. Could it be the hatred of having his wife stolen from him?
He Yi's biological mother, Tian Zhi, as a rich second-generation with beautiful skin and good looks, really failed to attract a few "romantic" young men?
Who knows, maybe this Yao So-and-so is the poor boy who had a crush on Tian Zhi back then...
Song Ning has a very big imagination. With just a glance and a few words, she can imagine a lot of love, hate and vengeance.
It's all just a stupid eight o'clock drama plot, bloody and attractive...
Song Ning was so excited by the plot she had imagined in her mind that she looked at He Huan and Yao Qing with gossipy eyes.
He Huan's eyes turned and he tapped Song Ning's forehead with his finger, "What's that look in your eyes?"
"Brother Yao and I are old acquaintances. When did you meet?"
Song Ning curled her lips and revealed a meaningful smile, "Maybe it's because we don't know each other until we fight..."
Song Ning handed the little fox that was curled up in her arms and pretending to be dead to He Huan.
"Yes... He is the one who beat your wife like this..."
The smile on He Huan's face faded, "Is Shulan okay?"
In the past, Shulan was proud of her status as the ancestor of the fox clan and was unwilling to change her form easily.
Therefore, he had not seen Hu Shulan's appearance very often, so he did not think much about it when he saw the little fox in Song Ning's arms just now.
"I'm fine..."
Hu Shulan's voice was weak and she was immune to the embarrassment she felt when she spoke.
"I'm glad you're okay..."
He Huan excitedly took the little fox from Song Ning's arms and held it in his arms lovingly.
Hu Shulan is not a tolerant person. If she says nothing is wrong, then it is definitely nothing.
As for what Song Ning said, that it was Yao Qing who hurt Shu Lan, he would find compensation later!
He knew Yao Qing's character, so of course he wouldn't be cruel to Shu Lan. At most, he would use some means to force Shu Lan to transform into a demon form!
The Yao family has quite a bit of experience in this kind of thing...
In order to see Hu Shulan's appearance, He Huan even consulted Yao Qing.
However, he prided himself on being a romantic and affectionate man, and did not want to offend the beautiful woman, so he had never used that kind of magic before.
Therefore, he did not draw his sword with Yao Qing immediately.
Yao Qing's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw this, "This is actually my sister-in-law..."
It’s not that he can’t accept the love between a human and a demon, the key is that the person who can’t accept the love between a human and a demon is the romantic and passionate He Huan and He Yuzi back then!
Who is He Huan!
Twenty years ago, he was a well-known young prodigy in the Taoist world and a guest of honor for countless important figures.
The socialites who surrounded He Huan back then were like flowers in a garden, vying for beauty and dazzling the eyes!
Unexpectedly, such a romantic figure would end up falling for a little fox demon!
How could Yao Qing not be surprised!
"I never thought that He Huanzi, who had been a playboy for half his life, would end up marrying... a fox?!"
He Huan paused stroking the little fox, raised his head and raised his eyelids to Yao Qing, giving him a fake smile.
"What's so strange about this! If these two people have feelings for each other, they will naturally be together..."
"Brother Yao..."
Yao Qing's heart skipped a beat, realizing that He Huan was a dog that could not spit out ivory.
"Brother He, this is not the place to talk, let's talk for a moment!"
"What's the rush?"
He Huan gathered his sleeves and covered the little fox tightly in his sleeves.
Since his death, he has resumed wearing wide-sleeved robes, so every time Song Ning saw him, he was dressed in ancient costume.
It's not ugly, but rather has an indescribable ethereal and otherworldly feel.
It's quite pleasing to the eye.
Furthermore, He Huan's movements were unrestrained and romantic, and his whole temperament was like that of a famous and romantic scholar in ancient times.
This celebrity is a bit uninhibited...
Song Ning's eyes swept over the small circle of weird beard on He Huan's chin, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
It’s not that the beard is ugly, it’s just that it’s awkward in some inexplicable way…
"I just had a fortune-teller tell me that this place is safe for now, so there's still time to catch up..."
He Huan glanced behind Yao Qing with a smile, "This must be your second child..."
"The eldest son should be three years older than my good-for-nothing son, right?"
"Your second child is quite late..."
Yao Qing's face darkened, knowing that He Huan must have done it on purpose.
He has this character of not wanting to suffer any loss, and he will never change it even if he turns into a ghost.
"Brother He, what are you talking about... This is Xiaoxue..."
Yao Qing gritted his teeth and said, "Xiaoxue hasn't met Uncle He yet. I've owed him a meeting gift for so many years, it's time to give it to him..."
"oh?"
He Huan raised his eyebrows, pretending it was a real thing, "It's Xiaoxue! What's going on, Xiaoxue?"
"But what happened? If you need my help, just let me know..."
Yao Qing clapped his hands excitedly, "Are you serious?!"
"What a coincidence! I really do have something to trouble you with..."
He Huan choked and was once again defeated by Yao Qing's shamelessness.
He Huan VS Yao Qing, the second round, Yao Qing wins!
Song Ning blinked with interest. If it was a best-of-three game, wouldn't Uncle He be doomed to lose?!
It seems that Yao Qing should not be underestimated!
I just don't know what happened to him that he ended up in such a mess?
Song Ning had seen Yao Qing's luck when she first met him, but his luck was concealed by him in some way.
Song Ning didn't see clearly, and couldn't tell anything from his face, so Song Ning didn't know Yao Qing's background.
Song Ning looked up at Yao Qing's head again without giving up, and this time she filled her eyes with spiritual power.
Of course, it works!
Song Ning perked up and looked at Guo Dian carefully.
Seeing this, Song Ning was immediately happy...
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